Wednesday, December 31, 2008

3 Christmas-ish Videos

These videos make me laugh.

First, on Christmas Day in Ohio, it was 60 degrees! The boys didn't know what to do with themselves. :)

Second, this video is for Stella. I mentioned that Gus and Waldo aren't allowed to have stuffees. This is why:

Finally, Gus shows off for you!

Happy New Year, everyone!

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Wat Duz It Meen?

Mommee came home today with leeking eyes. Someting about hur wurk clozing. We iz sad becuz mommee iz sad.

Den mommee sayz dat she will bee home wit us all da times. We iz sad dat she iz sad, but we iz also HAPPEE!!! We getz to see more of the mommee!

Will all of woo pees give tail wagz for da mommee?

Tank woo,
Gus and Waldo

Monday, December 29, 2008

Christmastime Fun

Had to make room on the mantle this year for a new baby boy's stocking!

Christmas is always interesting at our house, because Gus is infamous for not liking boxes. He HATES them! He usually just lays down and tries not to make sudden movements as to disturb the boxes. We, of course, like to taunt him by sliding boxes toward him (don't submit us to PETA, please). :)

Waldo, so far, seems pretty indifferent. Perhaps this stems from the fact that he is three times the size of any possible threat. Perhaps he's just too dopey to be scared of a piece of cardboard. Whatever it is, I'm happy, because that means I don't have a 90-pound 8-month-old tearing around the house all the time.

On Christmas Eve, Waldo and Gus got some rawhides from Aunt Ashley. After they each consumed half a stick, the hubs and I decided they won't be eating those any longer. Phewee!! They stunk up the whole living room! We love them, but when they were making farts that smelled worse than last month's garbage, we decided the rawhides had to go. (And we know, we know--rawhides aren't good for them, anyway.)

On Christmas Day, the boys were very excited about the contents of their stockings. They squeaked!!

Inside, Waldo had a squeaky hot dog (courtesy of a work White Elephant exchange, thankyouverymuch), and Gus had a squeaky chicken. Sadly, for as well-behaved as our dogs are, they aren't always well-behaved with each other. Kinda like kids.

Gus thought this gift was his--after all, it had his name on it! Alas, it was a gift for mommee--Milk Duds--from cousins Rainbeau and Duncan! Sorry, Gus. They know we're dog people! Sadly, Waldo will never have his picture on wrapping paper. He's too oddly colored. Unless I find dalmatian paper and color the white parts gray.

Gus was totally thrilled with mommee's gift of a labelmaker. Hmm, maybe not. (click on the pic for some zoom)

Gus and Waldo ended up having a very profitable Christmas. Rope tugs and treats from Great-Grandma, treats from Great-Aunt Linda, BIG box of treats from Aunt Ashley, a new KONG from mommee and daddee, and a very cool paw print kit from Grandma. Thanks, everybodee!!

Sunday, December 28, 2008

All Tuckered Out

Haroo, doggie fwiends!

Dis ting calld Cwismas has tuckrd us owt. We be posting all 'bout it laters. Speshul tanks to our old and new fwiends fur all da Cwismas gweetings. We wuvs woo all and cant waits to hear all abowt ur new treets and stuffees. For now it iz sleepee times!

Gus and Waldo

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Merry Christmas From the Boys

"For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord."

We hope all of you have a blessed Christmas day!

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

The Day We Brought You Home (June 22, 2008)

Dear Waldo,

The day we brought you home was an exciting day for Mommy. She had been talking about getting a big puppy like you for a while, but Daddy wasn't too happy about it. Then Mommy and Daddy struck a deal: if he got a motorcycle, Mommy would get a dog. Mommy knew she wanted a BIG dog, like her friend Zander at house church. He is a brindle Dane and such a good boy. Mommy started looking for ideas on Craigslist, and she saw an ad for 2 merle Dane babies.

It was a very sad story. Your furmommy died from a stomach disease when you were only 2 days old. I know you never met her. The lady who owned your furmommy was not a very good lady, and she gave you away before you knew what was happening! Your adopted mommy took care of you and fed you from a bottle. She wasn't your forever mommy, though. She already had 2 Danes of her own and she lived on a big farm that needed a lot of work. It was hard for her to take care of you and your brother Archie. She was happy when Mommy called to ask about you. She said she had started calling you Waldo because you liked to run around her farm and chase the cats, and she could never find you. She said you liked to play with your brother, but you were kind of shy.

When I went to see you for the first time, I loved you and your brother. Daddy and I went together, even though he wasn't very happy to be getting another dog--especially one that would be as big as you! But Daddy picked you out. He said you looked like a good-looking dog. Mommy agreed.

When Mommy went to pick you up, she brought her sister Ashley. Mommy knew that she would need some help with such a big puppy. You weren't very happy to get in the car, and when you got in, you just laid down on the towels.

You were very smelly. Looking back, Mommy thinks that the lady who raised you didn't take care of you very well. You were left outside all the time, so you had lots of bites and you smelled bad. You also didn't have any boundaries, which is why you had so many problems peeing in the house. But Mommy saw past all of that, because that's what Mommies do. When we got home, we took you right to the bathtub. You did not like that first bath at all! You were like a bucking bronco--another evidence that you had never been washed before. But soon you settled down a little bit with some help from some treats.

After your bath, you were understandably nervous. This was a very scary day for you! We took you outside to explore the backyard, and you liked to flop down in the grass. You had trouble with the stairs (isn't that hard to imagine now?), but your big brother was always next to you to help you.

Gus was always such a good big brother. He was very gentle with you, and helped you play with your toys and showed you how to sit. You were very small next to him, but we knew you would grow past him soon enough.

You spent a lot of the day laying around, just taking in the new surroundings. Daddy and I welcomed you gently into our new family. You went to sleep in your new cage unwillingly at first, but now you go in like a pro.

We've said many times that you were not as easy as Gus. You had Mommy very worried that she had made a bad decision. But now we can't imagine this family without our big, dopey boy. You've had your ups and downs, but we love you so much. Oh--and Gus loves you, too.


Monday, December 22, 2008

The Day We Brought You Home (July 18, 2006)

Dear Gus,

The day we brought you home was one of the happiest days that we have ever had. Mommy and Daddy had been married a little over a year, and they were looking for a special little one to add to their family. Mommy and Daddy had been arguing over what kind of puppy we should get, and Daddy won the argument. We looked all over the paper for puppies, and we found a nice lady not too far from us who had Golden puppies for sale. We knew we wanted a reddish puppy, because our friend Henry is red, and he was sooo pretty. We asked the lady, and she said the momma was a little bit red, but the daddy was VERY red, so we were excited. When we got to the farm, the lady showed us where the puppies were. Mommy was soooo excited to see all the little furballs!

Each of your brothers and sisters were a little bit different. The momma (Lily) and the daddy (Winchester) made VERY cute babies! The coloring on each of you was a little bit different. One of your brothers had a half-red half-blonde face! Another had a red mohawk down his nose! We had trouble deciding which puppy to take home.

We stood on the outside of the fence for a long time. We kept looking at all the puppies, trying to decide which one to bring home with us. Soon, the puppies sitting next to the fence got bored of waiting for us, and they went back to playing with each other, or eating their feet, or rolling around in the straw.

Except for one.

One little boy stayed sitting at the fence the whole time. He did not get up and play. He did not walk away from the fence. He stayed next to the fence, looking at us.

His face was smaller--not broad like his daddy's. His ears laid flat next to his head and were darker red. That little boy was you.

We went to the farm that day to choose a puppy, but in truth, you chose us. The lady at the farm said you were the calmest one. You would let her lay you on your back and rub your belly without biting. We knew you were the one.

We put your new collar on--the red one with "Gus" printed on it. Mommy picked out the name. You are named after one of her favorite TV show characters, Gus Pike. You shivered when you were in mommy's arms because you were so high up.

Your mommy walked us to the car, and barked "goodbye" as we drove away. You sat in my lap in the car.

Mommy and Daddy took you to meet Uncle Kent and Gunner. Even though you were scared in the car, you weren't scared of Gunner at all! You chased her around the yard, and Mommy and Daddy thought it was so funny that Gunner was so scared of you!

After you chased Gunner around for a little while, Uncle Kent took this picture of us--our new three-person family.

Finally, we took you home. It was a long day, and you fell asleep in your box bed right away. We covered it with a towel so it would be dark for you. You got up once at night, but Mommy took you out and then you went right back to sleep. You never peed in the house, you were such a good boy.

We are so glad we adopted you. Everyone talks about what a good boy you are. You are a little bit hyper, but you are a good dog and you know lots of tricks. Mommy always says, "I loved you first." It is true, little man.

Mommy and Daddy

Saturday, December 20, 2008


GRRRRRRR....Mommee, why iz you laffing? Dis is NOT funnee!

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Belated Never Hurt Anyone

Yes, this is very late, but our very dear friends Nala and Amber tagged us for this a while ago, and we're just now getting to it. Sorry, Nala! We didn't forget, though. She said the tag is to go to your computer archives and then go to the 6th folder and pick the 6th picture and then post it along with the story behind it. Here's the 6th pic in our 6th folder:

What a great memory! This is a pic of Waldo's first time swimming! We have a Dash-n-Splash every year at a local pool, and the boys had a blast. Waldo was very unsure of the water at first, and whenever Gus would jump in (Gus is our little fish), Waldo would pace along the side of the pool, and whine and bark until Gus came back. One time, Waldo just sort of flopped into the pool after Gus. His eyes got REALLY big, and he turned right around and came back to the edge of the pool again, but his "whistle was whetted", and after that there was no stopping him!! In fact, later in the day my hubby managed to catch this shot:

Poor Gus doesn't know what's about to hit him!! WATCH OUT, GUS!

For this fun trip down memory lane, we'd like to tag:

1. Bianca

2. Max and Sasha

3. Saint Lover


4. The PR Gang!

Wordless Wednesday

Monday, December 15, 2008

Sleepytime Boys

I just love seeing this at my feet...

...though I'm not sure how it is comfortable for Gus.

Christmas Party and My Boys

This weekend the hubs and I went to his annual work Christmas party. This is the one night of the year I get to jazz out, and I was excited about this $10 shirt/dress. This is also my first pair of leggings since I was 12. Not sure I'll ever wear them again, as I felt like a fashion sell-out all evening. :) When we got back, the boys were (as ever) excited to see us. It was hard to tell them why they couldn't lean against me, but they did it anyway, of course, hence the wrinkles and spots. Is this what its like to have kids?

(I hate the picture quality. We had to take a bunch in a row before the boys cooperated, and our add-on flash wasn't responding fast enough. You should see the original of this one.)

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Our First Award!

Hooray! We are so happy to receive our first award, The Lemonade Award, from our new friends the Dughallmor Beagles.

This award is passed to bloggers for showing great Attitude and/or Gratitude.

My nominees for this award are:

Khyra, the Siberian Husky - for always making great "khomments" on our site, and making us feel loved,
Maggie and Mitch - for always making us laugh with funny beard-growing stories,
Chelsea and Shiloh - for being our first doggie friends on this site,
The Texas Sun Dogs - for being so helpful with Waldo's mangy problems,
Princeton - for being a fellow Merle like Waldo (and acting crazy like him, too)

Thanks to all of our friends for being so lickably grrrreat!!

Friday, December 12, 2008

Waldo = Bad Dog

I've always called Waldo my "foodie". If I had known how much of one he was going to be, we would have changed his name to Alton Brown, or Rachael Ray. He LOVES food. If you're eating, he's sitting right next to you, sniffing away. We will send him to his bed, and slowly but surely, like ninja cat he will sneak back to you, sniffing away again. I always have to keep a close eye on him, because he will eat anything that smells good...including string, tissues, and sticks from the backyard. He hasn't been as bad as Gus was with chewing up good things (like my SHOES), but maybe that's because the things put in his mouth usually disappear within 5 seconds.

I cleaned out the refrigerator last night. (can you see where this story's going?) We had some Thanksgiving leftovers that we weren't going to get to, some takeout, some past dinners. My hubs is notorious for not eating leftovers, so unless I get to them, we usually end up having a "mass cleanout" once a week around trash day. Last night was that time. I didn't take the trash out like normal, though, so the can was full of food when we all went to bed.

This morning, the trash can was toppled over in the kitchen, with all non-edible trash items strewn about the kitchen, most of them with wet spots from where a naughty puppy had licked off all remnants of leftovers that might have been stuck to them. Immediately, ANGER popped up. He knows he's not allowed in the trashcan! Then FEAR crept in. What had I thrown away? Is any of it bad for dogs? My mind filed quickly through what I had thrown away...3 ham slices, bread stuffing, mashed potatoes, 1/4 steak from Outback, 1/2 cup of spaghetti noodles, about 6 deviled eggs, turkey gravy, tomatoes and onions from tacos, a piece of apple pie, a serving of cherry turnover. And as I looked over the pile of trash, I realized that every last bit of it was gone. That's when I started laughing (on the inside). He had the best feast he's ever going to have!

I would have gotten a picture, but I didn't want to encourage Waldo to think that this kind of behavior was going to get any attention. Plus, his breath really smelled bad. All those onions, you know.

p.s. I just read on the ASPCA website that onions are bad for dogs. There weren't THAT many in there, and there were several on the ground, so hopefully the small amount won't hurt him.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Hmm...this doesn't seem right....

Sorry this pic's a little dark. It was nighttime, and I was in my car. But I snapped this while the hubs ran in for some takeout:

Remember how I posted that Waldo is a momma's boy? Well, Gus is a daddy's boy. He sat in the driver seat and kept his eye on Applebee's takeout door until the hubs came back out of it. I know I should have shoo'd him back into the backseat, but it was sooo cute I had to snap a pic first. :)

Monday, December 8, 2008

Welcome Home!

We just got back last night from spending the weekend at my in-laws' house for Thanksgiving/Christmas. Waldo went with us, as no kennel would have taken him, and we didn't want to burden any of our friends with his extensive daily care. Poor Gus! He did alright--he stayed with his friend Gunner for the weekend, so he was happy.

Waldo is showing great improvement. He still has a long way to go, but his bleeding spots are down to a minimum. His skin is extremely flaky--a lot of the dead skin cells are coming off in chunks. His face seems to be the only real troublesome spot left--probably because he has a chance to lick it as much as he wants. At our most recent vet app't, Waldo was down 3 pounds. Not surprising, given the trauma he's been through the last couple of weeks. He's still within healthy weight, so I'm not too worried. He never stopped eating, even with his high fever, so I know he'll gain it back.

This is how Waldo stayed for most of the weekend:

He was in good spirits again, getting out the tennis balls and enjoying his treats more than ever. He was very interested in Bill, the in-laws' cat. That is, until Bill hissed at Waldo. Then he wasn't so interested.

When Waldo continually rubbed his face against the floor, we had to resort to this again:

You can see how thrilled he is about it!! The boys made fun of him all weekend about his "sweet hat".

I was so proud of him, though. He doesn't feel well, but he was still on his best behavior--m-i-l and f-i-l commented repeatedly about what a good dog he was. They also couldn't believe how much of a momma's boy he is! I guess I didn't realize it until we were at another house, but Waldo would follow me EVERYWHERE. He always had to have me in his sights. Pretty cute, actually. Warms a momma's heart.

Here we all are, in our family photo (minus one brother):

Hmm...have to work on the "looking at the camera" thing.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

How Gus Spent Thanksgiving

Haroo! Dis is Gus. I wike dis howliday calld Tanksgiving. Firsts, I gets yummy turky. Den, I get to spends my hole dayz wit my familee.

But the bestez part is dat I getz to watch doggehs on da TVs!!! Mommy sayz itz someting calld da Nashonal Doggeh Sho. Haroo!! Wat an awwsom day!!!

P.S. A Note from Dog Mom: This picture isn't posed. He really sat like this through most of the Dog Show. It was so cute!
P.S.S. Dis iz Gus again. I iz not cute. Iz HANSOM.

Monday, December 1, 2008

In case you were wondering....

Waldo IS a horse. See? He is sleeping standing up!

Medical update: Thankfully this picture is from a phone, so you can't see details. But you probably get a good picture of what's happening. The hubs took him to the vet today. She gave him a stronger antibiotic and a relief spray. We have to keep giving him a bath everyday, which, for those Dane owners, you know how fun that is. :) He has new spots popping up all along his spine, so we have to keep them clean so they won't look as bad as his hip spots.

Gus is doing well with all this--but he doesn't understand why Waldo doesn't want to play. Gus keeps taking the tennis balls over to Waldo and dropping them in front of him to no avail. :(